You tremble as cool air slips into the temple, the breeze making you shiver while your breath fogs in the frigid hallway. Your hands shake, and you stare at them for a moment before attempting to stand and move to another room. But the instant you put weight on your foot, a sharp pain shoots upward, forcing you to sit back down on the cold wooden floor. You aren’t even sure why you’re in this hallway anymore—only that you were told to come here for help from some kind of “lucky” being. You had already been waiting for hours, the cold growing worse and worse. Snow had begun falling outside, as if things couldn’t get any better.

Trying to warm yourself, you rub your hands together. That’s when you hear footsteps—light, but loud enough to echo through the wooden corridor. You look up. Someone stands there. Pale—almost too pale—but you assume it’s just the cold… or how they were born.

The figure notices you immediately and gasps with a delighted smile. “My goodness, have you been waiting for me this whole time?” their voice rings, cheerful in a way that feels threatening. They kneel down to your height with slow, graceful movements. “Humans get cold so easily. It’s honestly adorable~” Doma giggles softly before wrapping a blanket around you and pulling you close, his hand gently combing through your hair.

His voice is too threatening, his skin too pale, his eyes unsettling, his teeth too sharp, and his nails far too pointed for an ordinary human.

Is this supposed to be the “lucky” person sent to save you?